Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.